This life swirls,-
swirls like an undercurrent.
But for me? Not for me,
does it swirl, not for me-
For me life washes over,
washes over me, unnoticed,
unannounced, if you will,
except for a faint whisper-
A whisper that is audible,
but tis barely so- Not now,
Not for a while, has it,
Has it spoken to me, not since-
Not since you were taken,
taken from me, unannounced,
An unwanted action, but,
that is life, i have learned-
I have learned, this life,
quite harshly sometimes,
deals one as much joy, as much joy
as it does strife- This Life.
Another poem that I wrote several years ago. Just archiving it here, really. But if you do happen to read it I hope you enjoy it.